a funeral moves. under the cloak of night captain clegg and his smuggling pirates ride with contraband of the finest brandy and wine hidden inside a macabre coffin disguise

a tombstone reads “captain clegg, r.i.p.” yet still he sails across the phantom seas such a holy man for all of you to see the village vicar: – his secret ident-ty

frightened people, fear the evil in their leader – captain clegg

the kings revenue men – learn of clegg’s illicit deeds from a local trader – now a corpse who no longer speaks if you cross his path – he’ll slice off both your ears have your tongue cut out, and reduce your life to tears

perish all of you – who betray me your ghostly leader – captain clegg

a few words from collier…

he wore the mask of the skeletal creature of night his oath was terror and “blood!” his battle cry he was a wanted man, who escaped the hangman’s noose the parish leader – his pirate clergy in the loose

he sailed the phantom seas, catered for community needs the village master – captain clegg